The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 1

The day began like any other for lucas. In his bed shuddering at the thought of having to leave the comfort of his sanctuary. But peace was one thing that often didn’t last very long in this household for Lucas. He was reminded of this stark reality when he heard his hot headed mother yell out for him.

“LUCAS REED! I hope you’re out of that pigsty you call a bed and ready for school already. If not, I’m just going to ditch you and you can walk there all by yourself.” Lucas’s mother Amelia called out as she made her way up the stairs towards his room.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! That bitch is going to kill me if she sees me still in my pyjamas.” Lucas whispered as he started getting out of his bed. Lucas wasn’t very fond of his mother. It was understandable that the 18 year old found his mother’s chiding remarks and taunts insufferable. But it was more intimate and personal for Lucas. He didn’t hate his mother. He hated what she had become since he became a teenager.

There was a time when hearing her walk up the steps was something that gently woke him from his slumber. Only to be met with a smiling face which greeted him and offered her ‘sweet little boy’ breakfast in bed. Oh how he would kill for those days to return, but no, now he seemed to be stuck with this lady who punished him for even breathing wrong.

The door swung open without even the courtesy of a knock just as Lucas was getting out of bed. Amelia stood at the door, impeccable in every way. She was in her early 40s but there was no way anyone would place her a day over 25. Her body seemed to have held onto its youthful vigour with a pair of tits that made most outfits she wore seem unnecessarily obscene along with an ass which Lucas was sure had caused a few accidents whenever she found herself at an intersection. With wavy chestnut hair which she currently had done up into a messy bun and sharp blue eyes which seemed to stare right into your soul, she had the face to match her body.

In contrast to Lucas who was a mess. Amelia was fully dressed for work in a white blouse tucked into a black skirt which conformed perfectly to every curve of her body. Without a single word Lucas jumped up and started taking off his pyjamas as he rushed into the bathroom ready to comply with an ultimatum Lucas was sure would come any moment now. He wasn’t wrong.

“You have exactly ten minutes before I drive away. Ten minutes young man.” She said at Lucas’s disappearing figure as he rushed into the bathroom. “And I’ve made sure to set a timer!” She yelled as she tapped on her phone and shut the door behind her as she left the room.

Lucas stood in the shower, the water cascading down in relentless rivulets, a mixture of heat and frustration pooling in his chest. Steam filled the small space, blurring the edges of reality as his mind wandered. Resentment bubbled up, as it often did, though today felt particularly suffocating. He pressed his palms against the cool tiles and closed his eyes, wishing with everything in him that life could be different. That the unrelenting scrutiny, the scolding voice, and the hollow echo of what his family used to be would shift back to a time he almost couldn’t remember.

His moment of reflection was abruptly shattered by a piercing sound that cut through the hiss of the shower—the timer on his mother’s phone. Panic shot through him, bringing him out of his stupor and into action. Lucas jumped out, barely drying himself before fumbling into a pair of jeans and a rumpled T-shirt.

“Damn it,” he muttered, sprinting down the hallway, still wet hair sticking to his forehead. The blaring tone was relentless, and he knew the consequences of dawdling were not worth entertaining.

As he skidded to a stop at the top of the stairs, what he saw made him freeze in disbelief. His mother, Amelia, was on all fours at the base of the staircase. Her usually pristine appearance was askew—the meticulously done-up hair had fallen into loose strands around her flushed face, and her blouse clung unevenly. But what shocked him most was what she was doing. The timer blared from her phone, which she now held between her teeth as she crawled forward, eyes wide and unnaturally eager.

Standing beside her was a man dressed in a suit so vibrant it seemed to defy reason. Patterns of deep purples, emerald greens, and striking reds swirled across fabric that looked both whimsical and tailored to perfection. His presence seemed at once magnetic and unsettling, a grin splitting his face from ear to ear.

“Ah, you’re finally here!” the man said, spreading his arms as though greeting an old friend. “Allow me to introduce myself—Mister Jester, at your service,” he added, tipping an invisible hat with a flourish.

Lucas’s breath caught in his chest. He didn’t know where to look—at his mother, who obediently laid the phone at Mister Jester’s feet with a look of blind devotion, or at the bizarre man himself.

“What… what is going on?” Lucas choked out, a mix of confusion and anger sharpening his voice. “Why is she—”

“Ah, yes,” Mister Jester interrupted, waving a dismissive hand as though Lucas’s horror were a minor inconvenience. “Just a little demonstration, really. A stupid invention my underlings cooked up without so much as asking me first. So here I am, putting it to the test.” He looked down at Amelia, who panted obediently, her eyes never straying from the gaudy man before her.

Mr. Jester picked up the phone and walked into the living room, leaving Amelia on all fours by the stairs. For a brief moment, she remained motionless, her eyes lifting to meet Lucas with an expression he had never seen before—blank and devoid of recognition. Gone was the sharp, formidable woman he knew; in her place was someone whose gaze held no familiarity, only vacant obedience. Suddenly, she let out a sharp, loud “woof!” and bounded toward the living room, her movements quick and animalistic.

Lucas’s pulse quickened as he leaped down the steps, following her. The sight that greeted him in the living room sent another wave of disbelief coursing through him. Mister Jester stood there, eyes focused intently on Amelia’s phone, tapping it with a kind of distracted frustration as the alarm continued to blare. Beside him, Amelia was nuzzling his leg with the side of her face, her hair now a tangled mess cascading over her cheeks and shoulders. Each stroke of Mister Jester’s hand through her hair seemed to further unravel the carefully styled bun she had crafted that morning, but she seemed to relish the touch, eyes fluttering shut as she pressed into him with fervour.

Her movements were animal-like, a blend of instinct and submission that left Lucas rooted to the spot. She shifted from her hands and knees to sitting on her haunches, body tense with anticipation, as if waiting for the next command. A glint of drool trailed from the corner of her lips, catching the light in a way that made Lucas’s stomach twist. Each time Mister Jester’s fingers grazed her head, she responded with a low, eager whine, her body leaning into the touch as though craving it.

“Ugh, can’t figure out these blasted devices,” Mister Jester muttered, irritation creasing his painted grin. With a sudden, fluid motion, he tossed the phone toward Lucas, who caught it reflexively. “Turn that off, will you?”

Lucas’s hands shook as he fumbled to silence the blaring timer, eyes darting back to his mother, who was now emitting loud, desperate barks. She pawed at Mister Jester’s leg with her fingers, the sound sharp and frantic as she sought his attention. He looked down at her and smirked.

“Just a second, kid,” he said, his tone almost amused. “This bitch here has a lot of energy. We need to tire her out.” With a casual reach, he bent down and grabbed one of the sleek black heels that Lucas recognized as part of his mother’s work outfit for the day. Without a second thought, Mister Jester tossed it across the room, the shoe soaring in an arc and landing in the adjacent kitchen with a loud crash.

Amelia’s eyes locked onto the direction of the thrown shoe. Muscles coiled under her blouse and skirt as she sprang forward, her movements fluid and fierce. Her hands slapped against the hardwood floor as she lunged, chest low and back arched in a disturbingly graceful display of agility. The hem of her skirt rode up as she scrambled, revealing the toned muscles of her legs. Lucas couldn’t help but also notice the white lacy underwear she seemed to have chosen for the day. The noise of her rapid panting and the soft, eager growls filled the air as she skidded around the corner and disappeared into the kitchen in pursuit of the heel.

Lucas stood frozen, the phone clutched in his hand, eyes wide with disbelief. He turned to Mister Jester, who now leaned against the armrest, one brow raised with casual curiosity.

“What in the world is happening?” Lucas asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Mr. Jester leaned back, a sly grin spreading across his painted face as he reached into the inside pocket of his vibrant, patchwork suit. From it, he produced an object that glimmered under the room’s dim light—a 20-sided D&D die, each face adorned with intricate markings. He held it up between his fingers, the polished edges catching Lucas’s eye.

“I just passed a skill check,” Mister Jester said, voice dripping with mock pride. “I checked if I could turn your bitch of a mom into a real bitch and landed a critical success. But you see, when I use it, it’s like cheating—I only seem to roll criticals.” His gaze, glinting with mischief, shifted to Lucas. “Which is why I need you, kid. You’re going to help me test this little contraption.”

Before Lucas could fully register what he had just heard, Amelia bounded back into the room, the missing heel clenched between her teeth. She moved with the eager joy of a dog completing its task, eyes wide and gleaming with excitement. Her once pristine white blouse was now smeared with dirt and gunk from the floor, with streaks of ketchup staining her cheeks and collar, adding to her wild, dishevelled appearance. The heel bobbed in her mouth as she trotted over, a low, pleased whine escaping her throat.

Mister Jester gave her a rough playful pat on the head, messing her hair up even more. Without warning, he tossed the retrieved heel toward Lucas. The surprise made him flinch, and the shoe bounced off his chest and fell to the floor. He bent down to pick it up, noticing the distinct imprint of his mother’s teeth and the musty odour clinging to the worn material. These were the shoes his mother usually went to work in, spending her whole day in them.

When he looked up, he saw Amelia’s eyes fixed on Mister Jester, waiting expectantly. A small nod from the man set her in motion. Her body tensed, and then, with a burst of energy, she bounded toward Lucas on all fours. Her limbs moved with a strange, unnatural coordination—her hands and feet pressing into the floor with a rhythm that sent her hair bouncing wildly around her face. The blouse she wore clung to her body, the movement causing it to ride up slightly, revealing glimpses of her toned midriff, Lucas could see the buttons stretching under the strain that was being put on them by his mother’s massive tits. Each bound was punctuated by a low, eager growl, her eyes locked ahead with the intensity of a predator.

As she reached Lucas, Amelia pressed her body up against him, the warmth and weight of her frame unmistakable. Her tits squished up around his thighs. Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt, the sharp tug startling him as she balanced herself. Her breaths came out in harsh, rapid pants, and she released a series of sharp barks, each one startlingly loud, her body quivering with barely contained excitement.

“Go on, Lucas,” Mister Jester urged, a hint of laughter in his tone. “You know what to do.”

Lucas stood frozen, his fingers curling tighter around the heel in his grasp. The faint indentations of bite marks on the faux leather sent a shiver up his spine. His eyes darted to his mother, Amelia, who now sat obediently by his feet, her gaze vacant and unrecognizing. The powerful, composed woman he knew just wasn’t there anymore replaced with a creature stripped of pride and reason.

A loud crash jolted him out of his shock. He whipped his head around just in time to see Mister Jester casually tossing the second heel across the room. It clattered against the wall, before landing near the entrance of the house, right next to the mysteriously open shoe rack. Pairs of shoes lay scattered across the floor like fallen dominoes. Lucas’s heart thudded painfully in his chest as he noticed the disarray—shoes that just days ago he had painstakingly organised at his mother’s behest were now strewn haphazardly. The musty, almost metallic scent of the worn heel he held filled his nostrils, a sensory detail that reminded him of the humiliation he felt as his mother had stood over him and made sure he did his job right.

“Go on, girl! Get it!” Mister Jester commanded, the corners of his grin stretching impossibly wide. He sauntered forward, his polished shoes tapping with a jaunty rhythm until he stood beside Lucas. Without a moment’s pause, he reached out and delivered a loud playful slap to Amelia’s ample ass.

Amelia yelped, the sound more canine than human, and scrambled toward the heap of shoes by the front door. Lucas’s mouth fell open as he watched her, disbelief warring with the growing arousal he felt within his cock. This was not happening. It couldn’t be.

But it was. Amelia’s usually poised form, now hunched on all fours, began to sift through the shoes with an almost manic fervour. Her neatly tucked blouse stretched across her back as she bent low, pressing her nose close to the scattered footwear. Each breath was audible, deep, and eager—the kind of snuffling that brought to mind an animal on the hunt.

She moved from shoe to shoe, nostrils flaring as she inhaled their distinct odours, her hair falling messily around her face in damp tendrils. Occasionally, she’d pause, as if a particular scent sparked recognition. The room filled with the soft thud of her rummaging, punctuated by the occasional snap of her teeth as she tested a shoe between them, tugging and shaking it from side to side.

Lucas’s pulse quickened with every second that passed. The grotesque absurdity of it all left him paralyzed. Here was the same woman who had berated him for the smallest mess, who demanded absolute order and punctuality, now reduced to sniffing and chewing on shoes like a deranged animal. He watched as her mouth clamped around a sneaker, the same one he’d worn yesterday and probably hadn’t washed for weeks, her jaw working as if trying to decide if this was the right one. Disappointed, she dropped it and resumed her search, nose nearly brushing the floor.

“See, Lucas?” Mister Jester’s voice cut through the chaos, smooth and taunting. “Even the proudest beasts can be made to heel, if only you use the right tools for the job.”

“That should give us some time to talk” Mister Jester’s voice slithered through the air, the words laced with an unsettling amusement. “Are you familiar with these?” He held up a pair of dice, their surfaces gleaming, and Lucas could feel an inexplicable pull, as though they were far more than mere objects.

“I’ve... never seen those before but they look like really well made dice?” Lucas muttered, trying to maintain a semblance of composure. His thoughts raced—what was Mister Jester’s game? What did he want from him?

Mister Jester chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with a wicked delight. “Of course, you haven’t. These are no ordinary dice though. You see, these dice test your ability to manipulate the minds around you. A simple roll, and the dice will tell you how far your influence can reach. It’s all based on your mental suggestions—if you roll too low, your efforts will amount to nothing. Below three? Nothing happens at all. A critical failure. But with a higher roll, your suggestions will take root, changing their minds and altering their perceptions. It’s a fascinating little tool, but...” He paused, narrowing his gaze on Lucas. “It lacks something. Something important.”

Lucas blinked, his mind still reeling from the surreal conversation and the sudden turn of events. “What do you mean?” he asked cautiously.

Mister Jester’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Well for one, it’s too unpredictable. I prefer a tool that guarantees results. One that doesn’t leave me questioning if my work will have the desired effect. Secondly you can use only one suggestion at a time so no compounding suggestions. I would have liked it to have that feature. But that’s where you come in, my boy.” He gestured toward Lucas, as though the young man were the answer to some grand puzzle. “What is done is done, I want to see what you can do with these. How far can you push your will? Can you take control, shape minds, and make them dance to your whims?”

Lucas swallowed hard, his heart pounding. He could sense the challenge, the pressure, building around him. Mister Jester wasn’t just asking for a demonstration—he was daring him to prove something. The dice were no longer just a game; they were a test. And Lucas could feel the weight of it.

With a steadying breath, Lucas took the dice from Mister Jester’s hand. His fingers trembled slightly as he shook them in his palm, the surface of the dice feeling cold and foreign. “How did you peop—” Lucas began saying as he felt the dice within his hand.

“Woooof!” A loud bark suddenly drew both of the men’s attention to the forgotten pet. Who at this moment was proudly strutting back into the room. Her face seemed to have gathered a layer of dust on her nose and around her face. She had also been triumphant in the task given to her, as evidenced by the black heel that she clenched tightly in between her teeth. Almost seeming to grin into it with glee. But that is not what caught both the men’s eyes. It was what was underneath her face. Amelia’s blouse seemed to have finally given up and burst, that along with her current posture had caused her bra clad tits to be falling out of the space made by the broken buttons. Lucas couldn’t help but notice that his mother’s bra matched the panties that he had sneaked a peak at before.

Full of energy she crawled over to Mr Jester and dropped the heel at his feet. Looking up seeking validation for a job well done. Mr jester just gave out a hearty laugh in return as he turned around and began making his way out of the home, he had proven his point and now all he had to do was wait and see what mischief Lucas got up to.

“Just remember dear boy, the moment you hold the dice and make the next potential instruction the effects of the previous one are void, you can only know how your instruction will be received once the dice has been thrown.” saying so as if he was getting away from the most mundane situation in the world, the strange man left.

Lucas looked at the dice in his hand before looking down at his mother. She seemed crestfallen, he felt bad for her clearly finding that one specific heel without her human thinking skills had to have been tough. To be so nonchalantly disregarded had to have hurt. Lucas almost decided to try instructing his mother to clean herself up and get to work as she originally intended. But then he had a good look at what was in front of him and felt his cock strain underneath his clothes. His gorgeous mother was on all fours with her tits hanging out in front of him. To be played with. Toyed with. Trained with.

It was at that moment that lucas decided to think with his cock and found the words automatically leaving his mouth as the dice subtly glowed in his hands, “Mom, I’m sure being a doggy is fun but wouldn’t you rather be fucked doggy style right now?” Lucas immediately refretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, where had that thought just come from?

“Wha—” Amelia began murmuring as the light seemed to return to her sharp eyes. Her body relaxed as she seemed to be gaining awareness of where she was. “WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME YOU LITTLE JERK!!??” Amelia yelled as she got up and lunged at Lucas. Amelia didn’t seem to be aware of how she looked right or maybe she just didn’t seem to care right now, her own son propositioning her? Too far.

Lucas was surprised before he remembered what Mr Jester had said, “Ofcourse how can I be so dumb, I haven’t made the throw yet. Let’s see what these things can do.” Lucas said as he threw the dice on the floor in between his mother and him.

“Speaking to yourself? Maybe you have gone insane! Who do you think—” Ameila spoke before she saw what her son had rolled on the floor. She could barely make out the intricate number carved into that side but she still recognized it.

“Seventeen? Wha—” Suddenly Amelia had a blank look take over her face as she stood up straight and slipped off her white lace panties and discarded them off to the side. She rolled up her skirt until it was all bunched up at her waist and got down on all fours presenting her ass to her son. “Lucas I need to be fucked in doggy style, it’s been so long I feel very guilty, I wouldn’t do it if I had a choice but please I need you to fuck me. PLEASE.” Amelia said with a wild look on her face as she stared back at her son.

Lucas was flabbergasted looking at how easily the dice had rewired her mom to her whims. The guilty confessions and conscience were annoying but she still was giving him what he wanted and the best part was that she was acting like she was the one who wanted it.

“Whoa no way I got such a high roll on the first try. A seventeen works this well, I can only imagine what a 20 would look like, maybe there would be no guilt I guess. This explains how Mr jester was able to do that to you so easily, if all he can roll are criticals like he said.” He mused as he walked towards his mother’s luscious ass cheeks already taking off the clothes he now saw only as a barrier.

“Rolls, Crticials? Lucas, what are you talki’’ FUCK!” Amelia’s curiosity was cut short as she felt her son’s cock split her pussy open. For some reason her pussy had been already drenched by the time she had asked Lucas for help and his cock invading her pussy just reminded Amelia of how desperately she wanted to be fucked like this. “Please! Please! Don’t stop! Fill up this bitch with your cum.”

Lucas had only been fucking his mother for a good 4 minutes but hearing her say that immediately caused him to go over the edge. Being mindful that he didn’t cum inside the wanting pussy (Even though she specifically requested it) Lucas pulled his cock out and sprayed his cum all over his mother’s humongous ass and flawless back. For some strange reason Lucas felt proud, like he had just marked his territory. He was in heaven as he looked down at his mother who had seemingly collapsed into a heap on the floor, her ass raised up in the air.

“So wrong! But I want more I would rather be fucked like the bitch I am in doggy style than do anyhing else!” Amelia seemed to reassure herself as if waiting to regain her strength for round two.

But post nut clarity was something that had hit Lucas hard. What the fuck had he just done, to his own mother no less and now she seemed to be stuck in a loop. He had to leave for school. What would happen if he were to leave his mom like this, he decided it was a question he didn’t want answered.

Quickly grabbing the dice off the floor he stepped in front of his mother and spoke his next instruction at her “I think we both know it would be best for you to go get cleaned up, take the day off and head to bed, forgetting all of this ever happened.” There was just a second of horror that flashed in his mother’s eyes before Lucas threw down the dice on the table next to him. He was relieved to see yet another high number. It was a twelve but would that be enough?

His question found its answer as he saw his mother wordlessly get up off the floor and make her way towards her room, shutting the door behind her. Lucas felt even more relieved when he heard the shower running. He felt bad for what he had done to his mom but he felt almost compelled to.

As he was putting on his jeans and signature rumpled t-shirt he finally noticed the watch on his hand, “Fuck I’m going to be late for class!” swiftly grabbing the dice off the table he ran towards the entrance finding the same sneaker which he had witnessed his mother chomping down on and putting it on as he ran out of the house.

Back in Amelia’s room she had just gotten into the bathtub and found herself dozing away. She wouldn’t know why but when she would wake up later she would find herself believing that she had just had the most inappropriate dreams that she’d ever had in her life. Her own son? How could she? She couldn’t possibly? Right?

To be continued.